‘But why would he ever notice a bunny girl?’ she complained to herself. ‘Cute little rabbit. That wolf would eat me in just one gulp. He’d still be hungry.’ Greta’s Wish is a short bunnygirl werewolf teaser erotica.
‘Maybe today,’ muttered Greta, perching her glasses more firmly on her nose. She grumbled to herself as she restocked the bookshelves in the store. ‘Maybe today, he will notice me.’
It was a bad idea and Greta knew it was a bad idea, from the tops of her fluffy ears down to the tips of her toenails that she painted each morning with pink metallic polish.
The he in question was a regular customer in the bookstore. Greta was pretty certain he was a werewolf, and therefore one of the acknowledged leaders of so-called supernatural society in her city. He had been frequenting her bookstore for months now. She knew all his tastes.
He had read through all of her beloved stories in the horror section, and then to her breathless delight, he had started on the fantasy section, her favorite two genres.
He also bought history, and not the usual military history or political biographies. But actual historical novels with ladies in full skirts on the front cover, languishing beneath parasols and waiting for well-dressed gentlemen to kiss their hands.
Greta sighed as she supposed he couldn’t possibly read the books he bought. It would be too much to hope for. He must buy them for a girlfriend or other female friend.
Were werewolves polyamorous? Would a girlfriend be interested in a threesome with a fluffy, absent-minded bunny girl? Greta didn’t know but it seemed unlikely. Werewolves were notorious, at least in the fiction she read, for being monogamous.
And of course, there was his regular purchase of such under-the-counter erotic supplies as Wolfgirl Monthly and Light of the Moon.
Greta would slide the carefully wrapped graphic novels to him, imagining to herself as the tips of his fingers touched hers on the countertop that she was naked, and he was touching her properly. She knew it was silly, but she fancied to herself that he reserved a special smile for her, that he knew she shared the same fantasies.
But he probably doesn’t even know I’m a rabbit, she grumbled, as she finished stocking politics and grabbed the high ladder to restock ancient history. Most humans didn’t realise she wasn’t a human, they just thought she was some kind of a cute anime-obsessed human who always wore bunny ears.
Greta would excitedly read her own copies of Wolfgirl Monthly, imagining herself to be the cute fox girl with three tails who has wandered into the big bad forest, and is going to be devoured and bred by the vicious and cruel wolfpack. She would tremble, her pussy throbbing at the thought of being lost and alone in the woods, hunted by a wolf with lecherous plans and above all his face.
But why would he ever notice a bunny girl? She complained to herself constantly. Cute little rabbit. That wolf would eat me in just one gulp, and he’d still be hungry.
The old-fashioned bell on the bookshop door rang as a customer entered and Greta jumped, startled out of her fantasies. Forgetful of her high perch, she bumped her ears against the ceiling, sighing as she realised that she now had dust and cobwebs in her fur.
Today was not going well. Then she peered down through the rows and rows of bookshelves to see who had entered the store.
Greta felt her heart stop, her breathing fade as she saw his familiar figure. It was him. Embarrassed, she felt her pussy flush with heat, her breasts sensitive and hungry inside her fluffy pullover.
She climbed down the ladder to go serve him, a wistful voice still expressing the longing inside her.
Maybe today. Maybe today, he’ll notice me.
Greta’s Wish is a short stand-alone piece that may form a future serial story or novel. Let me know if you’d like to read about Greta and the werewolf.
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